I am as old as my tongue

I am much older than my teeth

Been neighbors for years but nevertheless

Not a word was shared

Just eyes through the blinds

Venetian. Odds. Evens

The flop read:

"Good thing you bet the farm

Good thing you bet it all!

Those bastards are always bluffing blind

No matter what's dealt, drawn, or thrown down."

Where do all thoughts go

To lay themselves down for good?

Perhaps they will rot with the body

Or float up to the sky by the tail of the soul

Autopilot, take 'em there by surprise!

Go out in a blaze, a blaze of glory

Leave without a trace

Leave without a flaw

We'll catch up with those thoughts

When we catch up with ourselves

As we catch up with yourselves

Catching up with each other

Catching up with each other!

Well blow me down

Blow me back down

Blow me back down to Earth

As fast as half-way between go and stop

As fast as half-way between go and stop!

Throw your mama

From the train

Or my mom will shoot